After reaching a cooperation with the iron shop, Su Zhiqiu almost ran around the iron shop for the past two days, and never said that he wanted to go home.

Zhu Qingyun was alone in the inn, worried left and right, nothing more than afraid that Su Zhiqiu would spend money indiscriminately and squander all the money.

Every day, except for dinner, the other two meals are solved by him alone, not as lively as the family, at least there is a third brother to accompany him.

After a long time, it is naturally tasteless.

When Zhu Qingyun eats, because he is a man, he still has a hat on his head, and only when he sends the food to his mouth, he will lift the veil with one hand and feed the food to his mouth.

Today, Su Zhiqiu still went out early in the morning, Zhu Qingyun sat alone in the corner, eating alone silently, his thin figure was wearing cloth clothes, although he looked shabby, but his demeanor was slow, and he looked a little bit of a small jasper.

As soon as Cheng Jing entered, her eyes were attracted by the man in cloth in the corner.

She has a big advantage, that is, she is very good at reading people, even if that person is wearing a hat, it does not prevent her from being able to see whether it is a grass or a flower.

"Eh, I said, if we don't go to the small building, what are we doing here? I'll tell you that the birds don't have a place to fight! "There was also a woman who came in with Cheng Jing, named Zhang Pan, a ninth-rate gangster.

"Go, go," Cheng Jing glanced at her and pulled her hand off her shoulder: "Don't mess around, my mother's injury is not healed yet!" If you get it, you'll lose money! ”

"Cut!" Zhang Pan pursed his lips and sneered: "When you do all the bad things, you will always have a bad year, how does it feel to be dug by yourself and hurt your feet?" ”

"Hmph," Cheng Jing snorted coldly and didn't take the conversation.

The two of them were already sitting at the table while talking, and they didn't know whether it was intentional or not, the place where Cheng Jing, who sat at the dining table first, happened to be next door to Zhu Qingyun.

As soon as the two of them came in, their attitudes were sloppy, and their speech was not restrained at all, giving people a profligate appearance.

Under the hat, Zhu Qingyun secretly frowned. He doesn't like this kind of person, and now that his wife is not there, he suddenly feels a little uncomfortable, and he just feels strange everywhere.

After eating a little hurriedly, he felt that his lower abdomen was slightly sufficient, and after Zhu Qingyun wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, he wanted to get up and leave.

"Little Er, serve a few good dishes!"

Cheng Jing called Xiao Er. In the next second, the corner of his eye had been paying attention to Zhu Qingyun's afterglow, and when he saw that he was leaving, he subconsciously quickly turned around and reached out to grab his hand sleeve.

The sudden action frightened Zhu Qingyun and hurriedly took two steps back, but his hand sleeves were pulled by someone, which looked a little funny.

"This, this sister," Zhu Qingyun's voice was a little cowardly, and her refusal to say something suddenly made Cheng Jing's heart feel a little more like.

His voice was clear and clean, and when he spoke, it was as clear and pleasant as the splash of water from a clear spring falling into a lake.

One can't help but wonder if this person's eyes will be as clear and clean as his voice.

The man was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he probably came here with his family, but his family was not there for the time being.

And he was still wearing a cloth robe......

Oh, wearing cloth clothes looks like a family with no money, so whether he has a master or no master, even if he touches it, it doesn't matter, it's a big deal to throw a little money at others.

"This little boy, why is he so impatient to leave as soon as he sees me coming? Could it be ...... We know each other? ”

The hand did not let go of Zhu Qingyun's sleeve, Cheng Jing could be said to be possessed by the spirit of the play, Junyi's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked at Zhu Qingyun with a little distress and seriousness in his eyes.

It seems to be really wondering if the two have met.